Type Contest - WINNERS ANNOUNCED!

[Jenn]

Hee! Another fan! *high-fives* I was poking through my head, trying to find another type, and suddenly they popped up and smacked me in the head for forgetting them. XD

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Fellowship
Appearance/Color: Fellowships most commonly sport a combination of cool greens, blues, and white across their hides in various flowing patterns and markings. It can be complicated or simple in design, but it is always a mixture of the three.
Personality: The Church is the lifeblood of a Fellowship Amuni. Other members are trusted implicitly and the word of the Pope is akin to the word of God, something to be followed by all. Disharmony upsets them immensely and they will act as mediators and peacemakers in any situation of conflict within the ranks of their congregation. They tend to be very balanced individuals so long as they have others to rely on, but lose their grip on reality without a Church to belong to. Less likely to engage in combat as other types, they are instead placed in positions of management or organizing.
Any other information: Fellowships are most unhappy when alone and, if left without company for an extended period of time, their emotional wellbeing may be permanently damaged. They tend to find mates young and aspire to have many children to induct into their Church family, which is all-important and all-encompassing.

The small lynx-like feline sat with her ears akimbo, blue eyes wide and distressed as she listened to her brothers and sisters of the Church bicker. All of this hunting the Euclides business was out of her area of expertise, but she just couldn't stand to leave things in such a mess. There had to be a misunderstanding that she could clear up, didn't there? As one of the Church's Priests, it was her job to help keep the peace and make sure things ran smoothly. Besides that, she didn't want her son hearing such a riot and assuming that kind of behavior was acceptable.

She opened her mouth several times, trying to get a word in edgewise, but the argument was too heated for her to interject. No one was willing to just calm down and listen to one another - they were too interested in asserting their point as the right point and couldn't understand why someone else didn't see it that way. What a bunch of hotheads!

Their Pope sat off to the side, watching the conflict elevate. She caught his eye and looked at him pleadingly, silently begging for a moment to but her nose into the fray and try to alleviate some of the tension in the situation. She often helped him during meetings like this one, if only he would let her now...

He smiled slightly and nodded before standing, which drew everyone's attention. "I think Allibrena has something to add to this...discussion," he said smoothly, and all eyes turned towards her. She took a deep breath, smiled despite the turmoil and butterflies in her stomach, and stepped forward.

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Relic
Appearance/Color: Any combination of browns, blacks, reds bone-white may adorn a Relic Type in fanciful patterns and swirls. Roaning or appaloosa markings are common in this type.
Personality: Relics are filled with an insatiable wanderlust that sets them to roam the world. They are dogged in their search for a new holy relic to bring back to their home Church and, once found, they will happily settle down until the next rumor sends them winging to another obscure part of the globe. They are generally passionate about their searches and don't mind getting dirty to accomplish their goals. They believe that the mysteries of the Lord may be revealed to them through the unearthing of such relics.
Any other information: The greatest life-goal of a Relic Amuni is to acquire a sacred relic for the glory of their Church. They see it as a measure of their devotion to the Lord and their fellows. Upon beholding a supposed relic, they have a sixth sense that allows them to discern whether or not it's real.

Dirt flew in all directions as the canine dug furiously, his paws caked with dirt and his previously glorious coat covered in earth. The midday sun blazed down and he panted as he burrowed, heedless of the dirt that coated his tongue as he did so. Nothing mattered but the dig, going as deep as he could in one day, and reaching the hidden chamber described in the text that his Scripture mate had only recently translated into English. Thoughts of London and home were the furthest thing from his mind right now.

His paw struck something hard and he let out a yelp of surprise, stopping to take stock of the situation. That looked like a stone in the dirt wall of his dig, but it was almost too smooth, a sandy yellow in color. Cautiously optimistic, he switched to his bipedal form to wipe away some more of the dirt surrounding the stone. It was wider than he'd thought, perhaps not a stone at all. Excited now, he cleared away more, revealing what seemed to be a wall of sorts.

He abandoned all sense of time in his quest to clear away the earth, ignoring thirst and hunger as if they didn't exist. All that mattered now was the wall in front of him, whether it might possibly belong to the building he searched for, and how fast he could find out..

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Ascetic
Appearance/Color: Exceptionally colorful and beautiful, Ascetic Amuni may be any shade of any color imaginable and are never just one, sporting glorious patterns and markings. They are commonly mutated, though if they have a mane, they will always cut it very short.
Personality: In complete contrast to their vibrant appearances, Ascetics believe in a life of self-discipline and self-denial. They are controlled, quiet, serene, and often disapprove of people who don't share those qualities.
Any other information: Their love of God pushes them to deny themselves a life of pleasure, instead engaging in meditation and practicing abstinence of many earthly pleasures. They don't engage in rich food or drink, they are remarkably resistant to temptation, and they believe that God has already granted them enough glory in their beautiful appearances. They will never seek more, serving Him humbly.

The entire Church celebrated a key victory against the forces of Evil, food and wine being passed around the congregation. Today they had struck a telling blow to the Euclides of the area, eliminating the Director and several Puppeteers of the Cast nearest their territory. Months of planning caused the operation to execute smoothly and everyone was in excellent spirits, making merry under the indulgent eye of their Pope, who had also allowed himself a glass or two of wine and was feeling decidedly more lenient than he might otherwise.

Only one member of the congregation abstained from the festivities, choosing instead to cloister himself away in his chambers and meditate. The revelry of the evening was not for him, though the chiroptae was equally delighted at their victory. He had taken down one of the Puppeteers himself with the help of another Follower. He sat, secluded, and offered thanks to God for their victory this day.

In his opinion, one didn't have to indulge in such things to celebrate. The evening mass was soon enough for most of the congregation to engage in spiritual discipline. It disappointed him that their Pope would allow such a display of excess, but he had learned long ago that not everyone could be as devout and faithful as him. Ah, well. It would be their loss.

[Jenn]

*tilts head* Just a quick question. Do we receive a consolation prize for every type chosen, or just one? I read through the rules but couldn't quite tell which it was.

[iprince]

Every type chosen ^-^

[Jenn]

Ooh, that's fun! *hugs ze Memmers*

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Memorial
Appearance/Color: Memorials are usually black, brown, gray, and/or silvery-blue in color. Around their muzzles and eyes are always gray, as if they've aged prematurely. Some of them have a ghostly aura surrounding their person, visible as silver or silvery-blue.
Personality: Odd and a bit 'out there' by Amuni standards, Memorial Types believe that truth lies in the spirits of the dead, as they've already been accepted into or rejected from God's heavenly embrace. They see death as a joyous release to be celebrated rather than something to be mourned and many are unnerved by that view.
Any other information: Whenever someone important to them dies, they hold a private service in addition to any other memorial services held and pray for the spirits of the departed to bless them with wisdom beyond their years. Sometimes they even get a response. Legend has it that the spirit of a departed loved one has the power to possess a Memorial for a short time if they allow it.

Sitting alone in the graveyard, allowing the mist to creep about his paws, the Memorial Missionary listened to the rustle of wind in the trees and smiled. It was a beautiful night for the service, the moon full and silvery in the sky above, casting an eerie glow over everything. His mother couldn't have asked for a more beautiful funeral setting. She would be delighted, had she known that she would die on the night of a full moon. The moonlight had always been her favorite source of heavenly illumination.

He allowed his soft gray eyes to drift closed, feline tail twining about his legs as he let his consciousness drift in prayer. The other members of the Church had already mourned her passing in a more formal ceremony, somber and full of sadness. She would have laughed at them all for their foolishness had she still been alive. It was from her that he learned how to properly honor the dead, to celebrate their passing in the grandest fashion possible. He already drank enough wine to leave him pleasantly buzzed and now sat by her small tombstone, smiling serenely and wishing her well as a spirit. At last she knew Divine Truth, her greatest desire, and his as well. She must be so happy to finally know the face of the Lord.

Not far off, a cat cried in the night and he let loose an answering yowl, letting his voice carry on the wind in a chilling song. From inside the cathedral, his brethren shifted uneasily and chose to ignore the eccentricities of a 'mourning' Memorial. The poor thing must be so upset...

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Anathema
Appearance/Color: Orange, red, and/or yellow, Anathema Types are as bright in coloring as they are in temper. Their color generally appears in 'points', with one color covering most of their body and shading to other colors on their extremities and face.
Personality: Anathema Amuni consider hunting out sin within their own species to be their secondary duty in life, behind only the slaughter of the Euclides as the ultimate sinners. They are mistrustful and suspicious, digging for proof of their hunches through various means. They will never accuse a fellow Amuni of sin without some sort of proof, but once that is obtained, they will hound the appropriate authority figures until punishment is meted out. Some, though not all, consider their own actions to be above reproach.
Any other information: Some consider an Anathema's obsession with sin to be a cursed placed on them for their own misdeeds, but this is a generally unfounded rumor. They do seem to have a sixth sense that alerts them of foul play nearby.

Evil was afoot. The serpent could practically smell it on the breeze, her senses alert and wary of foul play. Something had disturbed her sleep, just touching at the edges of her awareness and waking her from a restful slumber. Her buttercup-yellow body snaked through the grass outside of the church, approaching the small park less than a block away from the building. Raising her crimson head, its color deepest on the tip of her nose and shading gradually back to orange, her tongue flickered in an attempt to catch a scent on the breeze.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and yet...

There! Her body stilled, listening to the sound of a muffled giggle not far off. The sound reminded her strongly of another Amuni in her Church, a pretty young Love feline with a new mate as of this past Wednesday. She heard an answering laugh, equally muffled, and narrowed her slitted eyes in suspicion. That was not the voice of her husband, not at all. Feeling a cold excitement grow within her, she lowered herself once again and headed straight for the park. If she was lucky, she would find the feline engaged in a tryst with another man and get to tell the cuckolded husband herself!

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Cryptogram
Appearance/Color: Red and black are the colors of the Cryptogram Amuni, with thin silvery markings spidering across their hide. They always have a silver question mark on both cheeks.
Personality: Riddlers and puzzle-solvers at heart, Cryptograms adore a good intellectual challenge. They prefer to use the powers of the mindover the powers of the body and generally disdain physical combat, though some may find pleasure in uncovering the secrets of their physical forms. Occasionally, one of them will be so enamored of riddles that they won't speak except to offer up a puzzle for others to solve. Such extremists are rare, however.
Any other information: Commonly occur in Cardinals. Also common in Chiroptae.

Red-sailed wings settled neatly by his side, the darkly colored Cardinal gazed reverently at the gigantic statue before him. He endured the sweltering heat with stoic patience, the sun's brilliant rays soaking into his skin in an almost unbearable stream. At least it was nearly evening, at which time the broiling Egyptian sun would set and he would be relieved of that burden.

Before the chiroptae rose a monument straight from legend, the sand-worn stone and expertly carved face evoking feelings of greatest awe. Ever since learning of the Sphinx, it had been his life's goal to stand before the ancient statue and gaze full at its wizened features. This moment made his entire journey worthwhile, the rough seas and oppressive heat paling to insignificance.

The famed question, 'What goes on four legs in the morning, on two legs at noon, and on three legs in the evening?' was not asked by this particular Sphinx, carved by the hand of man and left to bear the ravages of time and weather. Perhaps somewhere, however, he would meet its living relative and be granted a riddle of his own, to solve and live or fail and die. The thought excited him beyond measure. Greece, perhaps, would be his next destination.

[ferabird]

JEEBUS Jenn

Writing bug?

[Jenn]

Yes, actually. XD I'm being bitten by it rather hard. Hehe. It's a fickle bug, choosy about when it strikes...but for this contest, it has most certainly struck. X3

I hope some of the peeps who 'reserved' names earlier get a chance to flesh them out a little. Some of them look pretty interesting, and I'd hate for them to have been snagged for naught.

[ferabird]

Name: Ferabird
Email: ferabird AT yahoo DOT com

LC Species: Defore
Type: Tremor
Appearance/Color: Always a combination of browns, tremor-type are heavily based in the earthen element. Often they are a mottling of yellowish and reddish browns, mud-like in color excepting their markings. These often predominantly follow the line of the spine, spidering down over the defore's sides in cracks like those left in the wake of a violent earthquake. These markings, fainter and less numerous in youth, only grow with age and darken to a brown that often verges on black.
Personality: Tremors are as calm and collected as any defore- but they are often subject to 'fits' of extreme emotion. During these fits, they may have a sudden burst of anger, fear, sadness, or even manic happiness. A tell-tale that their vibrant reactions are fits rather than normal flares of temper though is that they'll begin to tremble and shake, often complaining that the ground moves beneath them.
Any other information: For some reason it seems that the tremor type occurs most often in the hooved breeds- equines and cervines. This may well have to do with the fact that such breeds very often live in mountainous ranges- linking them after a fashion to the element. Then again- it could be sheer coincidence!

[Jenn]

Mrr...looking back through all of these fun entries, I notice a handful of repeated type-names. What will happen with those? Will you just pick your favorite among them?

[Jenn]

LC Species: Amuni
Type: Glory
Appearance/Color: Most Glory Types are violet, gold, and blue, but other colors may be incorporated in small doses. Colors are usually displayed in large spot-like patterns, with one color as the base coat and others overlaid on top of it, sometimes overlapping and sometimes not.
Personality: Vain, boisterous, adventurous, nosy, chipper, self-centered
Any other information: Glory Amuni are ones for tales and storytelling, especially if the story is about them. Expect it to become grander with each retelling, a little less truth and a little more embellishment coloring the new and 'improved' version.

The jackal Follower sat back on his haunches, grinning from ear to ear at the audience he'd gathered for himself. Nearly a dozen human children between the ages of five and twelve were seated around him, eyes on his brilliantly gold face, waiting. They came to him every week, sometimes just one and sometimes a whole group of them, like now. He told the best stories, and all of them knew it.

"Tell us the story about the Golden Elephant again," one of the younger girls pleaded, a smudge of dirt on her nose that her mother would probably have a fit over. She was a regular, coming to hear his tales as often as her mother would allow, and he quite enjoyed the eager exclamations she threw into his performances.

He smiled indulgently and nodded, the large violet spot that splashed across his shoulders rippling as he settled himself more comfortably. "It's good to hear that you remember that one, my dear. Do you remember, however, the crowd of angry heathens that guarded the elephant?" When she shook her head quickly, eyes growing wider at this previously unrevealed aspect of the adventure, his smile widened into another grin. "Really? How silly of me! I must have forgotten to mention it before. Well, you remember how the story starts, with myself lost in the desert, no food for a week and no drink for longer..."